听了老战士王元的讲述,我的心里很不平静:我对我有时对功利得失的计较而感到惭愧。芨芨草的种子随风飘荡到盐碱滩上,他们不怨风没将它们吹到风和日丽、土壤丰腴的地方,只是默默地落下来,默默地生根抽芽、开花结籽,一年又一年,一束芨芨草变成一片芨芨草,一朵芨芨草花变成一片芨芨草花。王元随大部队来到新疆后,听过王震司令员的讲话,他至今都记得王司令员鼓励他们扎根新疆,要为新疆人民办一辈子好事。 After listening to the old warrior Wang Yuan’s story, my heart is not calm: I am ashamed of me sometimes on merits and losses. Achnatherum Seed floats on the salt water and the beach, they do not complain of the wind did not blow them to the sunny, rich soil place, but silently fall, silently root buds, flowering and seed, year after year Years, a bunch of Achnatherum grass into a piece of Achnatherum, a wad of grass into a piece of grass flower. After Wang Yuan arrived in Xinjiang with the large army, he heard Commander Wang Zhen’s remarks. He still remembers Commander Wang’s encouragement to take root in Xinjiang and did a good deed for the people in Xinjiang.